Resting alone in an aura of mystique, watching a mysterious
darkness surrounding me interiorly as I calmly wait to
see what will develop from it's atmosphere.
Hoping it's contents will carry me throughout the days of
suffering ahead.
Lying in wait, being touched by rainbows of learning as I
wait for death to embrace and walk me to the doors of
heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem